By Judy Brandon: Local columnist
I love a parade. From the time I was little, I can remember watching parades at one time or another. My far back memories take me to Missouri when we would always go to parades in downtown Kansas City. It just takes an occasion to throw a parade.
Each time I stood on the sidewalk for the upcoming parade, I could hardly wait for the excitement marching down the street toward me. There would be bands, cowboys, clowns on scooters, clowns juggling and clowns walking on stilts. There were floats, balloons and, at times, dogs dressed up in costumes and ponies adorned with plumes and dressed-up riders.
There were the floats. In my childlike mind, I thought the floats were magical and could even grow colors on their sides. The floats seemed so giant to me.
The marching bands had colorful uniforms and shiny instruments that glistened in the sun. It was a magnificent sight for the two little girls who spent their days in the suburbs of Kansas City.
I’ve attended Memorial Day parades, July Fourth parades, Veterans Day parades, Christmas parades, rodeo parades and even Vacation Bible School parades.
Mother remembers the newspaper coverage of the parades to celebrate the ending of World War II. Sometimes we have parades for World Series winners and Super Bowl Champions. Clovis even had a parade for the Base Realignment and Closure Commission.
Think about it: It just takes an occasion to have a parade.
The world thinks little of a certain parade in the Bible. It was Jesus’ triumphant entry into Jerusalem just a few days before his crucifixion. This parade was not his doing and it wasn’t his idea. The people just came and followed him and ran ahead of him at times as he rode the little donkey into Jerusalem. The crowds gathered and grew as they celebrated his presence that day.
This parade happened on the first day of the week before Jesus’ crucifixion. The procession in the parade included all kinds of people. There were the disciples and the Bethany townspeople, and there were children.
A multitude came out and joined Jesus as he proceeded into Jerusalem. The people had read the scriptures and knew Zechariah had prophesized that when their king came, he would come that way. They knew from the prophets just what they should say in acclamation: “Hosanna to the son of David: Blessed is he that comes in the name of the Lord.”
On that day, there were no bands, no floats and certainly no dignitaries. Yet, the people gathered the branches and leaves from the palm trees all along the side of the road and waved them and spread them down before Jesus. Some even spread their clothes down for him to ride on and the whole multitude shouted and sang all the way into Jerusalem. They put on a parade fit for a king — because he was one.
As he approached the temple in Jerusalem, the little children sang, “Hosannas to the son of David!” That day has become known as Palm Sunday.
Not all people were happy with what the children were saying. There were the Pharisees who took issue with the praise the people gave Jesus. But even the hard hearts of the Pharisees could not squelch the festive attitude and excitement the crowd held that day for Jesus — their Messiah the King. Now that was a parade.
The account of Jesus riding into Jerusalem may be found in Luke 19:28-40.
Judy Brandon is a Clovis resident. Contact her at: